I'm winding down from this near bad situation, bare with me.
I HATE people that fight for front parking spaces in a Mall or Supermarket to save them a 20 second walk. I always park at the back and walk, usually walking by the fat hag in a SUV still waiting to squeeze in a parking place to save her a 20 yard walk. (Saves door dents too.)
But the worst is yellow light runners. No other way to put it. Like they have something important to get too, they don’t, but think so. Yellow means slow down and wait at the Red, not speed up and risk killing someone in a puddle of hot radiator fluid and twisted metal. I just squealing hate it. I worked for a guy in college that said “ Never run a yellow turning red, it’s fate that you are stopped.” Of course that’s BS, but it’s that rational and my pet peeve may have saved my life or at least a bad side impact on a tard this morning.
I was on a road that goes over a small mountain that runs around the perimeter of Reno on McCarran Blvd. coming home this morning from work.
During the day it gets relatively heavy traffic, hence it has alot of traffic lights considering, but at night or early morning is void of traffic, and it’s dark as can be. The deer crossing signs hint at driving the speed limit or actually less at night, so it’s a slow 3 miles rather than taking 395 to I80. The stop lights at that time seem annoying, can tempt you to try and beat the yellow, but again, I don’t and didn’t. It may have put 20 seconds between me and a drunk/crash.
At the base of the hill on a divided road, there was a car stopped at the light on the left hand side in their turn lane, and I had a green. A car had pulled out of a establishment park to the left, and could only go right on up the divided hwy. But no, he turned left, went into oncoming traffic on his side, then blocked by the barrier divider, incredibly then went into oncoming traffic to the intersection, took a right, and yup, pulled straight in front of me in the intersection. I had slowed, but couldn’t believe it. It would have been a TBone if I was seconds earlier.
I braked, laid on the horn and swerved. As I avoided him, I was almost in road rage, till the car stopped at the light turned on the red and blues and after I passed went after the tard car.
Sweet!